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... strands of deep black hair swayed gently against the warm yellow of the Chinese parasol tree shadows cast on the solid wood floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows, rippling along with the shadows.
"Miss maid," An Su silently transmitted, "are you here?"
He could now feel Miss Enya right beside him.
"I am your shadow, Mr. An Su."
"Shadows naturally follow their masters."
She was perhaps standing to An Su's right, dressed in a deep black Lolita skirt wit ...
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